A small town take on the big, wide world

Taquile Island, Lake Titicaca

When we planned our trip to Lake Titicaca, at 3812m it’s the highest navigable lake in the world, I wondered whether I’d be able to breathe. It turns out I can, although the thirty minute walk from the lake shore up to the main plaza on Taquile Island tested that!

Near the beginning of the walk up hill to the plaza and I can still manage a smile; Taquile Island, Lake Titicaca, Peru

There’s no transport on the island —the only option was to walk. It was steep. Very steep. and I took it slow, very slow.

The people, Taquilenos, are known for their handcrafts which are reputed to be amongst the finest in Peru, and for their collective approach to providing a sustainable economy based on tourism, farming and fishing.

Music, drumming, and voices over loud speakers wafted down the hill from the plaza. Perhaps the islanders were staging some sort of welcome for tourists, I thought. This notion didn’t exactly enthrall me. I’m not very keen on touristy events. I’d rather spend my time getting an idea of what life might actually be like for the people who live in the communities I visit. Nevertheless, curiosity kept me putting one foot in front of the other.

At the square, my chest heaving, my heart pounding, I took in the sight. It seemed as if the entire village had gathered together. And it wasn’t for the benefit of the tourists. They were celebrating the anniversary of the establishment of their community.

There were speeches, lots of them, occasionally the band struck up a tune. Meanwhile the children waited and waited for the adults to finish talking and for the fun to begin.

A young man gets help with his outfit, Taquile Island, Lake Titicaca, Peru

These two girls were as patient as patient as can be, Taquile Island, Lake Titicaca, Peru

Watching from the sidelines, there was time for a story and a laugh; Taquile Island, Lake Titicaca, Peru

Watching from the edge of the plaza; Taquile Island, Lake Titicaca, Peru.

Sadly, we couldn’t stay for all of the celebration, lunch was waiting for us on the other side of the island and we had a boat to catch back to Puno

Tomorrow we move on to Bolivia, the seventh and last country in our journey through the Americas.

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what an adventure trip Jill – oh my oh my!
and you must be in super good shape to do some of this steep walking up and then back down for lunch and then – and then – whew – how nice to be able to experience all this – and fun to enjoy some of it with you via blogosphere.
🙂